My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees. My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze, to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way, to sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1004 | 2018-12-11 01:04:13 | 77.17 | 96% |
698 | 2018-09-02 10:57:42 | 74.07 | 97% |